While chatting to dad recently, it came up in
conversation that he thought that my identity was somehow wrapped up in going
epic adventures overseas.
Although I think he is right to some degree,
as I often get asked where my next holiday is, he comments reminded me of the
complex nature of identity politics and what leads people to do what they do.
This got me thinking on why I have this
inherent need for travel but I can comfortably assure people that I don’t do it
because it is preserved as cool or for the kudos. I do it because it is
ingrained in deep within my soul.
Coming from an “Anglo-Swiss” heritage with a
bit of Dutch, Scandinavian and
Indonesian (way back) thrown in and born in
Australia, I had a global outlook pretty early on. Ever since I was little, I’ve
been interested in what was happening in the wider world (I’ve got dad to thank
for that) right from politics, food, books and to how people lived differently
to me.
Moving to the world’s most isolated and boring
city of Perth aged 14 (also, got Dad to thank for that) did nothing but inspire
me in wanting to leave as soon as possible. Right from the get go I wanted to
leave this dullsville town and be part of something bigger.
These experiences stayed with me for the rest
of my life. International Relations (among things) was a major theme throughout
university studies and I continued to travelled as much as possible.
Backpacking around Europe, development projects in Thailand and Romania,
internships in Malaysia and China as well as a journalism project in India,
study programmes at the UN were all highlights of a life spent travelling.
There is so much about travelling that I love.
It makes me feel so alive, it has opened my eyes and taught me so many things
about the world and myself. I can’t help but see travelling as a positive
experience.
But more recently when I have been in more of
a financial position to go travelling is when that it has become more of my
identity.
Of course you need money to travel so having a
permanent job with paid holidays is a fundamental requirement but, more
importantly, it is the job’s inherent mundane and repetitive nature of the
position that inspires me to make sure that the time I spend away from work is full
of things that I love and make me happy.
After all, everyone needs something to look
forward to in order to survive the mundane.
But wouldn’t you agree that you are more than
the job that you do or even defined by the more negative challenges that you
face in your life?
While I do a mind numbing job that is soul destroying
at best and I refuse to be drawn by it as much as I refuse to de defined by my
physical disability; there is just more to life.
But there is more to my life than my
job-to-pay-the-rent and my well used passport. I’m an avid reader, political
hack, a choir girl and, not to mention, a home owner. I guess it is just that
travelling is the most extreme thing that I do.
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